Chapter 105
Max finally looked up at her. He’d been sitting there for the better part of the evening, and this was the
first time he’d actually made eye contact. That was just Max being Max, so Alivia didn’t think anything
of
1. it.
“Personal stuff.”
That was all Max said, two words, before he lowered his head to reply to a message. [I’ll try to get back
home early.]
After sending it, he set his phone down and turned back to the documents beside him.
He had pretty much gone through all the files about the new app, and the venture capitalists had
shared their insights. In summary, the app, currently valued at a mere billion dors, was indeed a
worthy
investment.
Even Alivia thought so, considering the app’s developer was one of the industry’s leading tech gurus,
with hundreds of millions of users in the States alone.
Under normal circumstances, such a valuation wouldn’t have
demanded Max’s personal attention, but what he was really interested in was the app’s potential impact
on international lifestyles. Plus, the developer’s mentor was the same as Alivia’s–a titan of the
industry–so naturally, the project was infused with plenty of professional advice.
Max closed the folder and noticed a new message on his phone.
[Added you on WhatsApp. ept, please.]
Max didn’t even use WhatsApp. He’d registered once, but the flood of contact requests was
overwhelming, so he deleted the app. His life revolved around work, with no time for idle chitchat.
He frowned, deliberating for a moment, before finally relenting and redownloading WhatsApp.
Alivia caught this out of the corner of her eye and her expression darkened. Max, chatting with
someone?
She bit her lip, pushing her coffee towards him, “Max, my friend wants to meet with you to discuss the
investment in detail.”
Her fingers clenched tightly on the table as she pulled out her phone, “So you’re finally getting
WhatsApp? My brother and his friends have beenining for ages. What made you change your
mind? Let me add you first. I want to be the first on your friend list.”
“Alivia.” Max logged in, his voice cool and eyes half–closed, “I don’t really use it, so there’s no need to
add me.”
His tone was nonchnt, and as soon as he logged in, he saw Brielle’s friend request. At the same
time, there was a whole slew of
requests–from Andrew, from Kenzo. He ignored them, searching for Brielle’s message and epted it.
Brielle was surprised by how quickly he epted, feeling unexpectedly ttered. She wanted to
continue the conversation, but ncing at the time, realized it waste and sent a message through
WhatsApp instead.
[Goodnight.]
Max didn’t reply, just looked at Brielle’s profile picture. It was a hexagonal snowke.
Alivia was sneaking nces the whole time, her hand tightening in herp.
Who was that in the profile picture? She racked her brain, running
through nearly every woman in their circle, but couldn’te up with anything.
Meanwh May had already flinned bis abono L
his wristwatch clinking softly against the surface. That sound softened Alivia’s heart, and she cleared
her throat.
“Should we go see my friend now? His app has been valued at a billion dors bypanies after less
than six months, and several venture. capitalists are looking to invest.”
“Alivia, I have my own ns.”
Every time he said her name with that crisp, clear voice, Alivia felt like. melting. She was so into Max,
had been since they were kids, and no one was going to stop her from marrying him. If any other
woman dared to encroach, Alivia would ensure she regretted ever setting foot on this earth.
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“Max, if you don’t have other ns tonight, maybe you could tour my research institute? The team has
a lot of projects they’re working on.”
“No need. I’m flying back home in two hours.”
Alivia’s expression froze. Wasn’t he supposed to stay for half a month?
Then she thought of the owner of that profile picture–perhaps that had something to do with his change
of ns.
Whether it was a man or woman, she was seething with jealousy.